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Sorry about this post, but I just had to tell someone.
I've come to realize that the rearview mirror in my truck is my little movie screen of reality. I've seen so many great things in my rearview lately, it's amazing.
I looked up in my rearview mirror and started checking out what was behind me at a stoplight yesterday. The person behind me was a girl and she's cute, man. She was really cute, cute blonde hair, cute little nose, sexy little lips, sweet little "I'd let you do me in the ass" eyes...she had it all, ya know?
But, as I'm looking at her (and it surprises me that more people don't check the person's rearview in front of them, before engaging in traffic nasties), she sticks her index finger into her nose...
...and I swear to GOD, I saw the skin bulging out of her forehead like she was digging around for some lost Mayan gold or some shit. I've never in my LIFE seen a chick stick her finger so far up her nose.
And, considering the sexually perverse nature that I have, I immediately started thinking:
"If her nose can accomodate that much, her pussy must be a cave!"
I know I was making that "Oh my fucking God you nasty bitch" face in the mirror, but she STILL DIDN'T LOOK UP!. I wanted to start honking my horn or something to make her stop. I wanted to get out of the truck and point her out to everyone around me, so I wouldn't have to endure the sight alone.
I was waiting for her to start pulling a string of handkerchiefs out of it, but thankfully the light turned green, and I was able to escape her. As quickly as I could, I changed lanes, and put a couple of cars between us, so I wouldn't have to see what she pulled out of there on her next expedition.
I originally had intended to go rent a movie or something, but after seeing that I just wanted to go home and wash my hands for about a half an hour. Just seeing something like that makes me feel dirty. And what's worse...seeing someone pick their nose is like seeing someone yawn. It's like contagious or something.
I fought the urge, but I couldn't face the world anymore for the rest of the night. I just needed some "alone" time, to sort through my feelings.
I've come to realize that the rearview mirror in my truck is my little movie screen of reality. I've seen so many great things in my rearview lately, it's amazing.
I looked up in my rearview mirror and started checking out what was behind me at a stoplight yesterday. The person behind me was a girl and she's cute, man. She was really cute, cute blonde hair, cute little nose, sexy little lips, sweet little "I'd let you do me in the ass" eyes...she had it all, ya know?
But, as I'm looking at her (and it surprises me that more people don't check the person's rearview in front of them, before engaging in traffic nasties), she sticks her index finger into her nose...
...and I swear to GOD, I saw the skin bulging out of her forehead like she was digging around for some lost Mayan gold or some shit. I've never in my LIFE seen a chick stick her finger so far up her nose.
And, considering the sexually perverse nature that I have, I immediately started thinking:
"If her nose can accomodate that much, her pussy must be a cave!"
I know I was making that "Oh my fucking God you nasty bitch" face in the mirror, but she STILL DIDN'T LOOK UP!. I wanted to start honking my horn or something to make her stop. I wanted to get out of the truck and point her out to everyone around me, so I wouldn't have to endure the sight alone.
I was waiting for her to start pulling a string of handkerchiefs out of it, but thankfully the light turned green, and I was able to escape her. As quickly as I could, I changed lanes, and put a couple of cars between us, so I wouldn't have to see what she pulled out of there on her next expedition.
I originally had intended to go rent a movie or something, but after seeing that I just wanted to go home and wash my hands for about a half an hour. Just seeing something like that makes me feel dirty. And what's worse...seeing someone pick their nose is like seeing someone yawn. It's like contagious or something.
I fought the urge, but I couldn't face the world anymore for the rest of the night. I just needed some "alone" time, to sort through my feelings.